Author of quotes: Konstantin Simonov. Page 1

To be happy is not my specialty.

And now we must get used to the word, "He was."
Get used to say about him: "Said",
Said, came, helped, rescued,
Me not to be sad - to live long promised
In all your live features
And already I can't tell you "you".

Tears measured more than the miles
Went tract, in the hills hiding from the eyes:
Villages, villages, villages with graveyards,
As if they have all of Russia come together...

Batiuk looked at Serpilin, as if seeing in it something what you have forgotten:
I do not know your talking about me that is hot, see, so you can cross that and then he not happy? But I'm hot, easily appeased. And you gently stelesh, so hard to sleep. If anyone became your throat, that I won't forgive you.
- Not for me it was the throat, and the case - said Serpilin thus familiar Batuku, dangerously smooth voice that Batiuk had in mind, saying "gently stelesh". - Do not now agree that he could not command a regiment?
Could - couldn't! Not drinking would. For ten months in the mouth does not take.
- Well, once so, now you can at least division. Serpilin laughed, a laugh softening the meaning.

What are sometimes misleading on the war, these strong-willed individuals, when they take in your hand the fear, takes it, squeezes and makes unrecognizable, white, cottage cheese...

Eyes the boy was tired and adults. It happens with children - life, with nothing being considered, suddenly require them to in a few hours they picked up and become adults and they become.

Yes, of course, she requested that he never reported it. And he still said. She once told him that if her fate is to die, better that it happened when he wasn't around. And he knew she told the truth. Desire to save him from the weight of their last moments she has a stronger desire to see him because she loves him more than itself, and it is not the words that often speak to each other people and actually.

Say, if the diver immediately, in one fell swoop, without stopping, immersed to the full depth, the blood ears goes. And people in the war. One survives and the other blood ears goes, if you just omitted the entire depth of responsibility.

Offensive, offensive... it's One thing to look forward to it, planning at the army or divisional scale, is a different matter - that's how to wait like soldiers waiting. Ended the barrage - got out and went and will not Crouch under the bullets, so there will be no offensive. And "forward" there is no one to yell, but himself. And that someone during the first attack will kill you or another, is the bosses have already planned, and the soldier knows what's next that will not do without it. Knows and still asks: when Fritz the nail? And not for the mind asks, and the case. And although you have more medals on his chest than he has and is and will be, and the higher prowess - still a soldier. And if you're standing, General, about you, so be it, say, "That soldier!" But if a worthless one, and can not wait to hear it.

About him say that he knows how to take care of people. But that means - "to protect people"? Because they are not built in a column and will not lead from the front, away from the bullets and bombed and where they can't kill. Protect in war, people - only so as not to expose them senseless of danger, without hesitation, throwing into danger required.
And the measure of need - the actual, if you're right, and imaginary, if you make a mistake - on your shoulders and on your conscience. Here, in war, there are no rehearsals when you can play first for the trial - was wrong, and then wrong. Here, in war, there is no draft, you can tear up and rewrite copy.

But, my God, how long to wait for Dating,
How hard is the silent fact,
Who through twenty years of their suffering
Tell yourself out loud the same!

In fifteen years everyone has their own,
But equally adults we all dream of
Parting with childhood, sly look to her
Reluctantly soaring through the lashes.
Just think of how many years ago
Still, he is clearly sad
Could remember that seemed to them, farewell,
And in fact, only the first glance.

Through time, too, trains,
Sit down without tickets and receipts
The conductor asks: - You what? - There. -
And go to their final stations.

Features like has changed a little,
All have the same lips, but his face
Nothing about the past is not recalled
And in the future was not invited to anything.